Page 110 of Chosen Road

I trailed the tips of my fingers across his chest and down over his abdomen. His muscles quivered in my wake. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, and I tipped my chin back to lick it.

“Gus,” I whispered hoarsely. “You are mine, and I am yours.”

He unclenched his fingers and ran them up the length of my back. Cupping my shoulder blades, he pulled me closer and dipped his head. “Amber,” he murmured. “You are everything.”

I went to my toes to meet him halfway. A split second before he kissed me, I smiled.

He groaned low in his throat. Tension from holding back rolled off his body in waves.

Breaking the kiss, I trailed my lips over his collarbone. I brushed my lips over the etching of my name over his heart. I flicked his flat nipple with my tongue, then covered it with my mouth and sucked the tiny bud between my teeth.

He grunted and ran his hands down to my hips, dipping his fingers into the back of my panties.

I stepped back and offered him my hands.

He took them in both of his as I sank to my knees, keeping my eyes on his, assuring him of my want and his welcome.

I leaned over to grab my jeans and pulled my hair tie from the pocket. I tipped my chin up, holding his gaze, as I smoothed my hair back into a high ponytail and his eyes followed the path of my hands, his hands flexing at his sides.

Facing him still, I slowly unzipped his pants, dragged his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, and he stepped out of them. Trailing my fingernails up the insides of his legs to his thighs prompted him to widen his stance and I cupped his balls in my hand. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and licked him from root to tip.

His head fell back, and his hands came to my head. I smiled and did it again, feeling his fingers gently flexing on my scalp. He was dying to take over and I would tease him until he did.

I flicked my tongue over that exquisitely tender triangle, eliciting a quickening of his breath, then opened my mouth wide and took him to my throat.

He grabbed my ponytail to pull me off and tipped his chin down. “Hand in your panties,” he murmured.

I needed him to demand. I needed him to own me, not ask for me. I wanted my husband back.

He held my head angled back, forcing my gaze upwards. I raised my hand, and, beginning at my throat, I dragged my hand across my chest to cup my breast and pinch my nipple before sliding slowly over my abdomen to the front of my panties and tucked my fingers inside. His eyes followed the progression of my hand.

Tightening his grip on my ponytail, he met my eyes. “Open.”

I opened my mouth, and he gave me his swollen head, his hips flexing ever so slightly, the ridge of his dick breaching the soft O of my lips again and again. Wet flooded my core but I didn’t risk an edging by daring to touch myself until he gave the okay.

He withdrew from my mouth but kept hold of my hair as he hunkered down level with me. Staring into my eyes, he ordered, “Find your clit. Circle it. Don’t stop and don’t come.” He watched the pleasure bloom in my eyes as I immediately obeyed, a look of satisfaction in his, then stood.

“You want my cock, sweet baby?” The need for reassurance dimmed his eyes.

“Yes,” I whispered huskily, my clit swelling under my finger.

He pressed the tip against my closed lips, then ordered, “Open.”

I opened my mouth and he pushed past my lips. “Wider,” he instructed harshly.

Ah, good. I complied and he slid, nice and easy, to the back of my throat where I moaned around his head.

“Are you wet?”

I nodded, my eyes closing, as he slowly thrust in and out of my mouth. Oh, no, I was going to come. I looked up at him frantically.

His face severe, he snapped, “Don’t you dare.”

My eyebrows scrunched. I didn’t have the control I had a year ago. I didn’t know if I could hold back.

“Hand out of your panties and give it to me,” he barked.

I pulled my hand away from my aching clit and raised it up towards his mouth and he bent to suck my fingers into his mouth with a groan. “You taste so damn good.”

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